Chapter 51
The bird [N O V E L I G H T] that once brought happiness from within its cage had shattered the bars on her own and spread her wings wide.
Because she had realized—no one would ever reach out to help her.
The more she clung to vague hope, the deeper her heart filled with disappointment and rage.
Then the voices of hatred and resentment whispered in her ears, pointing toward the spectators.
As the despair of one little girl deepened, the audience only grew happier.
Their ugliness was cursed.
Faced with the grotesque nature of people, the goodwill she had clung to all this time suddenly felt laughably pitiful.
She didn’t need to try anymore. She didn’t need to endure.
Her flimsy conscience—so hesitant even at the crucial moment—was ripped to shreds, and she could no longer suppress the swirling emotions inside her.
Finally swallowed by those dark, festering feelings, she gained power—immense and unstoppable, unbound by anything.
The malice of humanity had awakened the Reaper.
Freedom.